This quadriplegic heart gone the way of the dinosaur, deprived, feelings deceasing, mind and body carrying on as one dead and existing. Solitary isolation my prison shroud, worn, and no one comes near, tender touches and tender words, memories confined to a fading past, as I embrace loneliness like a lover.
James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Jim is the author of two books of poetry βMusing On The Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2β and βAn Extravagant Way of Saying Nothingβ both available on Amazon